Fuck.

Believe in your fucking self. Stay up all fucking night. Work outside of your fucking habits. Know when to fucking speak up. Fucking collaborate. Don't fucking procrastinate. Get over your fucking self. Keep fucking learning. Form follows fucking function. A computer is a Lite-Brite for bad fucking ideas. Find fucking inspiration everywhere. Fucking network. Educate your fucking client. Trust your fucking gut. Ask for fucking help. Make it fucking sustainable. Question fucking everything. Have a fucking concept. Learn to take some fucking criticism. Make me fucking care. Use fucking spell check. Do more fucking research. Sketch more fucking ideas. The problem contains the fucking solution. Think about all the fucking possibilities.

Sleepless

Yesterday I went to Big Bad Wolf. It was my first time there. I bought some books and a manga. I never though that I would like to read thrilled story or horror. I never thought about it. Until I brought it home and I was like "Seriously why I picked this book?". I just like under a spell. Hahahaha, by the way

I love the smell of new books.

"It's strange because sometimes, I read books, and I think I am the people in the book."

10 minutes

Dear eveyone,

     One day you're going to find me laying there, not breathing. Or you will receive a phone call. Or you'll hear it on the morning annoucements. Maybe the principal will arrange an assembly. You're going to look up the signs and think to yourself, "all the signs were there. I should have known!" You'll talk to someone about it. They'll tell you it wasn't your fault, you couldn't have done anything to stop me. But that's not true. You should have listened that one time I tried to calling out for help. You could asked me if I was okay. You shouldn't have left, shouldn't have promised to always be there. You didn't have to say those mean words, didn't have to be so cruel. There's so much you could have done, you could have just taken 10 minutes out of your day to talk to me. Just think of that ten minutes. You didn't give up ten minutes and I gave up the rest of my life, and you'll be praying for another ten minutes to apologize. 

Bye

Coming Down

I found this on Tumblr and this is very relevant with teen now days including me.

I wish my dreams come true

We never talk before but you were in my dreams last night. You were holding my hand, play with me, giggle together. And I saw people around us get jealous with us. Hahahahaha, I wish my dreams come true :)

23.03.2013

It is hard when people can't accept the real you.